


What Can I Do But Love You?

by feistypants



Category: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
Genre: Birthday Sex, Body Worship, F/F, Oral Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, They're In Love Your Honor, Vaginal Fingering
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-10-29
Updated: 2020-10-29
Packaged: 2021-03-08 17:04:42
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,660
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27270118
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/feistypants/pseuds/feistypants
Summary: Adora shook herself out of her daze before practically purring an almost lewd “happy birthday” as she shifted up to sit on her legs, palms resting between her knees.“It’s…” Catra took a small step forward as she closed the bathroom door behind her, still scanning the room as her right hand clasped at the top of her thin robe. “Tomorrow…” Catra’s eyes finally landed on Adora, and the lust that blew out her pupils was just what Adora had wanted. Catra licked her lips, dragging her gaze down Adora’s figure. “... Dummy.”
Relationships: Adora/Catra (She-Ra)
Comments: 24
Kudos: 367





	What Can I Do But Love You?

**Author's Note:**

> Catra Day!!! Our favorite cat girl deserves a little touch of being worshipped on her birthday, don't you agree?
> 
> (A little late, but I wasn't happy enough with it last night to post it.... if you saw it... no you didnt :3)
> 
> Enjoy!

Adora could feel a pair of mismatched eyes burning into the back of her head as she continued scribbling notes.

With little to no time alone in the last few weeks as they traveled from planet to planet, trying to repair what they could from the damage that Prime and the First Ones had left behind, tension between them had been running high. Adora tried - she  _ really _ did - to make sure they had at least some time together before they fell asleep… But most nights, by the hour she finally was able to crash, Catra would already be snoring, curled around a pillow with Melog at her feet.

But tonight was special, and Adora had already told Bow that she needed to be done early, and he … politely did not ask for any excuse from her.

She heard a sigh and the sharp flick of claws against metal and, risking a glance over her shoulder, Adora managed to catch the narrowing of one blue eye as Catra turned and walked through the door that led to the back of the ship.

Perfect.

Adora immediately dashed for the locked compartment beneath the captain’s chair and whipped it open in record time, pulling out a small duffel bag that let out a series of clinks with every movement. She had  _ maybe _ twenty minutes before Catra’s incredibly on schedule bath was done, and she needed to get everything just right before then.

The door slid open again to reveal Bow, a nervous smile on his face as he threw a thumb over his shoulder. “Catra seems  _ extra _ annoyed tonight,” he laughed, taking no notice of Adora’s frazzled state. “Should we like… let her know that we know tomorrow is her birthday?”

“No!” Adora yelled, running forward and slapping a hand over Bow’s mouth, grimacing as he frowned against her skin. “No, I…” she was beet red, and pressing her free hands’ pointer finger against her lips. “I want to surprise her. I don’t know if she learned about birthday parties or not and…” Biting her lip, she let go of her friend before shrugging. “I want to introduce her to  _ something _ . Apparently she was already sneaking contraband food.”

Bow laughed at the way her voice lowered, laying right next to irritation without crossing over, and gave her a sharp pat on the shoulder. “All right, well…” He pointed to the bag slung over her back and grinned. “I assume that’s what your special plans are?”

She felt the heat spread to her chest and let out a puff of air. “Pfffft. This? Just… pajamas. Lots of pajamas.” 

“Okay,” Bow smirked, giving her one convincing set of finger guns as he walked past her to the dashboard. “I totally believe you.”

Adora didn’t have enough time to worry about whether or not he  _ actually _ believed her, so she took him for his word and backed quickly through the door hollering something about how she’s  _ totally _ believable before skidding to a halt outside her and Catra’s room. Pressing an ear against the metal, she let out a heavy sigh of relief when she heard the bath running, and slid in without a sound. 

Okay. She had to get this  _ just right _ .

Dropping the bag onto the bed, Adora set to work. She wasn’t able to bring  _ everything _ she had wanted to, but the two dozen or so candles and the flowers she got from their last stop would have to suffice. She lined the windows and the small dresser with the candles, alternating the white and red ones in a pattern, and then set the remainder around the floor, careful not to let any get  _ too _ close to the bed.

The water had stopped halfway through her organizing, and Adora had heard Catra climb into the tub with a sigh, and she realized she was quickly running out of time. So she painstakingly lit them, one by one, trying her best not to care that a couple of them had become slightly misaligned, and burned her thumb only  _ three times _ , thank you very much.

But they looked pretty, so it was more than worth it.

She reached back into the bag and pulled out a big metal tin that she had filled with randomly assorted flower petals from many different planets. Blue eyes danced from the bed to the floor, unsure of where would be  _ best _ to sprinkle them, before she heard a slosh of water and panicked. She still needed to change. Damn it, Catra. Why was she so efficient?

With only enough care to make sure no petals landed in an open flame, Adora scattered them haphazardly, making a messy trail from the bathroom door to the bed that blended relatively smoothly into a soft coating on their blankets. Good enough.

The water being sucked down the drain made a loud slurp, and Adora let out a whine. She didn’t want to ruin the surprise, but she  _ also _ didn’t want Catra to see it before it was ready.

She heard the door handle rattle and jumped over to hold it shut.

“What the f--”

“Don’t come out yet!”

Catra’s voice was laced with annoyance. “Adora, stop messing around.” She pulled once on the door, hard, but Adora held firm. “I want to go to sleep.”

“Wait, please,” Adora begged, pulling once more to latch the door again when Catra had managed to yank it open just a crack. “I- I’m doing something and I don’t want you to see before it’s ready.”

“ _ Adora _ ,” Catra was practically hissing behind the metal. “I’m  _ not _ in the mood for this.”

“I know! I’m sorry! But…” Pushing the door open the  _ tiniest _ inch, just so they could look one another in the eye, Adora gave Catra her best pleading pout she could. “It’s special. Please?”

Catra groaned before letting go of the handle, and Adora could only assume she went to go lean against the counter when the door snapped back shut. 

“Thank you!”

She moved as quickly as she possibly could, then, stripping out of her usual garments and slipping into something… definitely out of her comfort zone. 

White lace dragged over her skin, so delicate that she was afraid of ripping it as she tugged it on, and she tried her best to bite back a blush that threatened her cheeks as she caught sight of just  _ how _ visible everything was through the thin fabric. Intricate gold beading decorated the bra, mirrored in less detailed - but still stunning - arches down the garterbelt that she slid over her hips.

She adjusted the panties, snapped her stockings into place, did a quick spin in front of the mirror, and pulled her hair loose before quickly shaking it out around her shoulders.

“Are you done yet?”

Well, it was going to have to be good enough.

“I’m coming out whether you’re done or not, Adora.”

Quick, clumsy movements slapped off the lights, gathered all of the discarded objects into a pile before she shoved them into the corner of the room, and dove back onto the bed, landing on her side.

The door clicked open right as Adora managed to maneuver herself into at least a  _ somewhat _ sensual position on the sheets, and Catra’s irritated eyes blinked twice, and then widened with shock as she looked around the room. “What…”

Temporarily stunned by the backlit image of Catra in  _ just _ her silky black robe, long legs bare as she tugged it closed over her chest and hips, Adora felt her mouth drop open in awe. She was easily the most beautiful thing Adora had ever seen.  _ Shit _ .

Adora shook herself out of her daze before practically purring an almost  _ lewd _ “happy birthday” as she shifted up to sit on her legs, palms resting between her knees.

“It’s…” Catra took a small step forward as she closed the bathroom door behind her, still scanning the room as her right hand clasped at the top of her thin robe. “Tomorrow…” Catra’s eyes finally landed on Adora, and the lust that blew out her pupils was  _ just _ what Adora had wanted. Catra licked her lips, dragging her gaze down Adora’s figure. “... Dummy.”

Adora felt the flush blossom at her chest. “I-I know…” She moved towards the edge of the bed on her knees, reaching a hand out to signal that she wanted Catra to come over. “But,” she sighed, smiling up at varicolored eyes as she wrapped her fingers around Catra’s, tugging her just a touch closer. “I wanted to do something tonight… Just us.”

Lithe fingers released the bath robe, letting it fall open just enough to reveal the soft tuft of fur on Catra’s chest, as she lifted her hand to cup Adora’s cheek. She squinted, a small smirk tugging on her lips. “Is… something happening tomorrow where it  _ won’t _ be just us?”

“Puh-lease,” Adora snorted, cheeks flushing as she failed to keep her cool about the surprise. “Whaaaat? You’re bananas.”

Catra let out a huff of a laugh before she leaned forward, draping her arms across Adora’s shoulders. “Whatever you say, princess.” 

And then Catra kissed her, and Adora felt all of her stress from the last three weeks melt off of her shoulders. God. She knew that they hadn’t been spending a ton of time together lately, but she hadn’t realized just how much she had missed Catra until this exact moment - and she was going to take  _ full _ advantage of this alone time. 

Adora’s hands moved swiftly, sneaking up under the now wide open hem of the robe and pressing firm against the skin that stretched over Catra’s ribs, thumbs barely brushing the underside of her breasts. Catra whimpered against her lips, and Adora had to hold herself back from going completely out of control. 

“You look…” Catra sighed in a moment as they turned their heads. “... So pretty…”

Adora smiled into their kiss, one palm sliding up to the middle of Catra’s back as she pulled her closer, sitting up on her knees to lessen the distance between their bodies. “I hoped you’d like it.”

A shiver ran up her spine as warm hands slid across her shoulders before dipping under the straps of her lingerie, tugging gently as they made their way down to her collarbone. “Did you get these just for me?” Catra whispered, lips sticking together in the wet heat between their mouths. 

Adora found herself nodding pathetically as nails scratched against her chest, gently enough to just tickle, before snagging on the lace between her breasts. As fabric stretched unforgivingly over Catra’s claw, Adora found her voice again. “Don’t rip it.”

She hummed against Adora’s lips, flicking her tongue out just once, before she whispered “what if I do?”, her words dripping with a challenge.

Adora felt every muscle in her body tense before she shot up to stand, scooped her arms under Catra’s ass, lifted her clean off the floor, and threw her back down onto the bed, smirking as a few of the flower petals flew into the air. “Guess I won’t give you the chance.”

Taking a moment for herself, Adora felt her eyes greedily taking in every inch of the woman before her. Hair, short and wild and still damp fell slicked back from her forehead. Blown out pupils stared up at her from eyes that practically glowed in the dark. Plush lips, agape with wonder, revealed the smallest hint of fangs as a pink tongue darted out to wet them. 

Adora made her way back onto the bed, straddling one knee on either side of Catra’s hips before she continued her tour over Catra’s figure. Her robe had fallen open, and Adora was repeatedly blown away by the beauty that had always been just out of her reach.

Strong shoulders moved into sharp collar bones, into the soft swells of her breasts. Adora let her fingers drag slowly along the hem of Catra’s black robe, taking note of the shiver that shook her lover’s body as she inched the silk away from pebbled nipples. She felt Catra’s pinkies hook carefully into the straps of her garterbelt and a small smile pulled at her lips.

She leaned forward, bracing one arm on the bed beside Catra’s shoulder. Blue eyes dragged down dark skin and the soft, thin layer of fur which was puffed from her fresh wash, and Adora sighed with admiration as she pressed her palm flat against Catra’s stomach, stroking her fingers through her coat. 

“You’re so,  _ so  _ beautiful.”

A rough, low breath of a laugh escaped Catra’s lips, as her fingers walked up Adora’s thighs to hook into the low hem of her panties. “You’re one to talk.”

Adora reached down to grab one of Catra’s slim wrists, and pulled it up to her lips to press one kiss to her palm. “I mean it,” she said before lacing their fingers together and pushing their joined hands back into the plush mattress. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Catra’s chest vibrated with a quiet hum before Adora noticed her gaze falter.

“What?”

“Just…” Catra moved the hand not currently held in Adora’s own to skim up the  _ very _ bare skin of Adora’s torso, before resting flat against her chest, fingers tickling the side of her throat. “I… just figured we’ve been so busy…” There was clear conflict on Catra’s features, as if she was fighting to get the words out. “ _ You’ve _ been so busy… I thought maybe…” Her palm rose to cup Adora’s cheek, and she leaned into it eagerly. “I thought maybe you forgot.” And then Catra scrunched up her nose, annoyed. “Not that I  _ cared _ , or anything…”

“Catra…” Her name carried so much weight from Adora’s mouth, and Catra’s cheeks flushed as she met her gaze. “Nothing in the entire universe will ever mean more to me than you do.”

A new sparkle rose in her heterochromatic eyes before she bit her lip and stroked her thumb over Adora’s cheekbone. “That’s… stupid…”

“No,” Adora started, sliding her hand up the bed to tangle in Catra’s short locks as she lowered herself down, her hair falling past her shoulder to curtain them in together. “It’s the truth…” Adora squeezed their fingers together before letting go, and dragged her blunt nails down Catra’s arm. “Let me show you…”

Adora kissed her, soft at first, just the barest brush of lips as she lowered down to her forearms. The tiniest whimper followed her mouth away from Catra’s when she moved to place her lips against Catra’s jaw. 

With hot breath against downy fur, Adora worked slowly - open mouthed presses from under Catra’s ear, across her throat, and back up to her mouth led to the gentle lick of her tongue, simply asking for permission to enter. It was granted with a soft moan, and Catra’s arms rose to circle around the back of her neck.

Nothing compared to the sounds Catra could make in the privacy of their bedroom when she felt safe, and Adora would do whatever was needed to drag them out into the empty air surrounding them.

“I love you,” Adora whispered between breaths, as the slide of tongue over lip over teeth broke in desperation. 

Catra’s hips rose against hers and fingers tightened in her blonde locks, encouraging her words, her movements, her touches as thick digits slid slowly down her arms before settling on the swell of her chest. It would never cease to amaze Adora just how undoubtedly made for one another they were when Catra’s small breasts fit so perfectly in each palm. 

“A…dora…” 

A shock ran straight to her core as she lifted one hand delicately to Catra’s chin, her thumb pulling softly on an already swollen bottom lip. Dark, half-lidded eyes looked at her with tremendous effort, before blinking slowly. Adora loved it the most when they started here, Catra already putty under her hands. “Yeah?”

“... Love you…”

Adora smiled, pressed a chaste kiss against her mouth, and two more on each cheek for good measure. “I love you, too,” she murmured, never getting tired of it. “You okay if I…?” Moving her hand from Catra’s chin, Adora left a feather light trail across her skin before pausing right between the apex of her thighs. 

“ _ Please _ ,” Catra whined, rolling her hips up in desperation. 

Moving with intention, Adora crawled slowly backwards, peppering gentle kisses everywhere she could reach as she began her descent. She paused at Catra’s chest, swallowing her own lust before laying an open mouthed kiss just below her nipple. She got a whine in return, and, emboldened, let her teeth nip once, lightly, under her bust. 

Catra had let one hand drop to the sheets, and Adora couldn’t help but watch her fingers flexing in the fabric as she worked, kissing her way around and between Catra’s breasts. It was when she closed her lips around one hard peak that she heard the fabric tear under sharp claws and felt herself grind down from the thrill of it. 

“Adora,  _ please _ .”

With a chuckle, Adora continued her path down - pausing for only a  _ second _ to nip gently at her stomach - to settle herself between toned legs. She couldn’t deny the birthday girl what she wanted, after all.

Gently sliding Catra further up on the bed, Adora lay down beneath her, swinging Catra’s knees up and over her shoulders. Light caught on the shining slick already coating her, and Adora felt her entire mouth begin to water. Everything about Catra was intoxicating, but Adora had to hold back - she wanted to take her time.

Pressing strong fingers into the meat of Catra’s thigh, Adora worked through tense muscles, taking in every breathy sigh that came from above her. As her hands moved, sliding across skin to tease around Catra’s center, more whimpers and whines and groans filled the air - but nothing in the entire galaxy could make her tear her eyes away from the swell of Catra’s arousal.

Fuck.

She was so ready.

Pressing in carefully, Adora couldn’t stop the moan that came from her own throat as she moved her thumbs from Catra’s thighs onto her slick heat, slowly rubbing her from bottom to top, more than enjoying the coating of excitement on the pads of her fingers. Catra was soaked. Adora was beyond eager to dive in.

“You’re so beautiful, Catra…” 

She mirrored every action, pressing her first and middle fingers against swollen lips, tracing her edges before leaning down to press hot kisses against the insides of her thighs. 

“So pretty, so  _ wet  _ already…” Adora sighed, taking a deep breath in, and relished in the aroma of Catra’s arousal. Flattening her palms against Catra’s legs, Adora formed a small diamond with her thumbs and pointer fingers, rolling slow circles around the entire expanse of Catra’s lips. The way she pulsed between her hands was the most wonderful thing Adora thought she had ever seen.

“Aa… Adora… I swear to god…” Catra’s voice was strong, but Adora could feel the desperation wafting off of her. “I’m… gonna do it myself at this rate…”

Adora laughed, nodding. “All right, all right…”

Then she dipped the tips of two fingers in between Catra’s lips - not deep, just enough to coat her first knuckle - before raising herself off of the bed just slightly. Adora couldn’t help but admire the way Catra’s slick stretched between her fingers for a moment, as she bit at her bottom lip. She looked up, locked her eyes onto Catra’s mismatched ones, and lifted damp fingers to her mouth, tongue darting out and licking Catra’s arousal clean from her own skin. 

“ _ Fuck _ ,” Catra whimpered, letting her head fall back against the pillows in defeat.

Catra’s whole body pulsed with need. Adora couldn’t hold herself back anymore.

With a flat tongue, Adora pressed firm against Catra, quickly becoming completely entranced by the smell and taste of her. It would take the end of the world to make her come up for air - and maybe even  _ that _ wouldn’t be enough. She moved her head slowly, languorously, tasting every little drop of Catra’s slick. She heard a pathetic laugh in the silence, and gave a tiny flick of the tip of her tongue as she pulled away.

“Are you just going to tease me all night?”

Adora looked up, thrilled to see Catra’s whole body quivering as she pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes.

She grinned. “Well, we have  _ all _ night, don’t we?”

“Hah…” Catra removed one hand, peeking down at Adora with her blue eye. “You’re an idiot.”

Keeping their gazes locked, Adora smirked, before sliding her hand from Catra’s knee down to her inner thigh, biting her lip when Catra let her legs fall open wider. “Yeah…” She pressed her forefinger under her clit, dragging it between her lips, before slipping it inside of Catra’s tight heat. “But I’m your idiot.”

Catra’s eye closed as she nodded, whining, “my…  _ mine _ ,” as if she still couldn’t believe it.

Adora swallowed and savored the taste still lingering on her tongue as she pressed a light circle over Catra’s clit with her thumb, drawing out another whimper from her lover. “That’s right,” she said, sliding her finger in and out with ease, watching as Catra tried to rock her hips closer. “I’m  _ yours _ … And…” She pulled out slowly, biting her lip as she switched to her middle and ring fingers. “You’re  _ mine _ .”

She pushed in, maybe too quickly as Catra yelped just a little, but felt a jolt of pleasure between her own thighs at the delectable sounds of her working into Catra’s arousal.

“ _ Yours _ .” Catra’s voice was breaking, and Adora couldn’t get enough of it.

Using fluid motions, Adora massaged the pads of her fingers against all the places that made Catra squirm beneath her, while continuing steady movements with her thumb. “Mine,” she repeated, stretching her other hand up to catch a soft breast between her fingers. She lowered her head back down, nipping a trail of bites along Catra’s thigh. She knew there were bound to be marks on Catra’s skin tomorrow… but she really couldn’t find it in herself to care.

“Fuck,” Adora sighed, pressing her nose into the soft fur on Catra’s leg. “Do you know how good you feel?” She pulled back to thrust back in, savoring the strangled whine that escaped through Catra’s gritted teeth. “So hot, so tight…” Adora emphasized her points with a smooth stroke of her fingers against Catra’s sensitive wall. “I love being inside you, Catra…”

If Catra had been soaked before, she was absolutely  _ drenched _ now. Adora felt her pulse with desire, and pulled out just enough to tease her. Dark curls were shining slick as Adora pressed at her entrance with a third finger.

“Yes?”

“ _ Yes _ .”

Fuck. Seeing the stretch of Catra around her fingers sent Adora toppling over with need as she ground her own hips into the mattress. But this wasn’t about her. Not tonight.

Bringing her free hand back down to wrap around Catra’s thigh, Adora couldn’t help but smile when Catra’s feverishly flicking tail settled down to curl around Adora’s forearm. Catra would always deny it, but sometimes Adora swore her tail helped reveal her true intentions. Her mind drifted fondly to a memory inside the Crystal Castle, where a soft stroke of her tail against Adora’s palm told her everything she needed to know. 

Sharp claws digging into her scalp snapped her quickly back to reality, and Adora was overcome with how much she needed to taste Catra again.

The crease of her thigh always looked so enticing.

She dragged her tongue against it, getting just a hint of sweet and salty as all her playing had spread Catra’s damp further outward, before moving back to Catra’s center and burying her nose into her mess of curls. The smell of her alone was satisfying, but Adora wanted more  _ more more _ .

She wanted to sense nothing  _ but _ Catra’s desire.

“I can’t believe how good you smell… how good you  _ taste _ …” Removing her fingers slowly, Adora ignored the whimpers coming from above her, and flattened her tongue against Catra again, breathing out a sigh of relief as she was flooded with such a familiar sensation. Adora moved from base to clit again, languid and indulgent, pulling back just enough to watch a string of arousal stretch between her tongue and Catra’s slit. 

“Holy shit,” Adora mumbled, running her tongue over her mouth before pressing her nose back into the curve of her pelvis. “You’re soaked… I…” Adora, at a loss for words, leaned forward to press a chaste kiss above Catra’s clit.

Catra hissed with frustration. “I’m going to kill you…”

Mouth still on her, Adora let out a soft hum as a response, lips vibrating with the sound.

“Ah, fucking…  _ please _ .”

Blown out eyes raked up the expanse of Catra, taking in the way she writhed, her fingers flexing in her own hair as her chest heaved, hips rocking up against Adora’s chin.

“ _ Please _ .”

Adora licked her lips, and sealed them over Catra’s bud, giving an experimental suck. Catra’s gasp and quiet moan was enough of a positive indicator, and Adora kept up the consistent rhythm. Adora started with a few firm, massaging circles around Catra’s lips before dipping back into her heat, fighting a smile as Catra practically started to fuck herself on Adora’s thick fingers.

She was so  _ impatient _ .

But Adora kept her steady pace, knowing exactly what got Catra toppling over the edge, and felt a bubble of pride blossoming in her chest as Catra’s moans grew louder, her claws tore at the sheets, and her feet pressed into Adora’s ribs.

“Ah… A-- Adora…”

She nodded once, holding firm to her position as Catra moved wildly beneath her.

“I’m- … I-”

Adora could  _ feel _ her as she unraveled, Catra’s entire body pulsing around her as she gasped for a lungful of air while her hands scrambled to find purchase in Adora’s locks. She continued, easing just slightly as Catra began to come down from her peak, and would finally stop only when Catra let go of her hair.

Catra was babbling a string of curses as she caught her breath, twitching and laughing slightly as Adora couldn’t help but lick up all of the juices pooling between Catra’s thighs. She was absolutely luscious, and Adora wasn’t about to waste a drop of her.

“Come here, dummy,” Catra mumbled, her voice muffled by the arm thrown over her face.

Adora rose back to her hands and knees, crawling slowly up the bed before laying on top of Catra’s smaller frame, now cursing the layers of lace between their skin. She buried her nose into the crook of Catra’s neck, breathing in. “Hi.”

A rough laugh vibrated Catra’s chest as she stroked lazy fingers through Adora’s hair. “Hey.” She pulled her head back and turned to the side to press their noses together. “Happy birthday to me, I guess.”

Grinning, Adora rolled half on her side and scratched blunt nails into the fur - now damp with sweat - on Catra’s hips. “We don’t have to be done.”

“You’re absolutely right about that, Adora,” Catra hummed before using her quick legs to flip Adora completely, hovering over her with locked elbows. “It is  _ my _ birthday…” One finger tugged at the strap of Adora’s bra as a mischievous smirk stretched on Catra’s lips. “And it looks like my gift is still  _ wrapped up _ .”

Adora’s eyes were wide as she looked sheepishly down at herself, still clad in the full white lingerie set - though one of the garter belt straps had popped open - and she bit at her lip. “Please unwrap it carefully. I really like this gift bag.”

Catra huffed a snort of a laugh before reaching down and popping open another clasp on her stocking. “I’ll see what I can do,  _ Princess _ .”

It only took three seconds for Adora not to care about the torn lace anymore.


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